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This is the slip, the curl, of what remains when poets deign to explain the interconnectivity of things, this gossamer fish that sings of ancient sirens and mermaids combing their hair in the soft billowy air. . But, O my soul,...

Every other Tuesday we husbands meet for breakfast and when we come home our wives ask, “What did you talk about. Sports and sex? No, relationships and accessories?” But honestly all we do is update our infirmities, remember our...

A woman is reading a tabloid at a bus stop; Across the street, a truck unloads wooden crates. Nearby, a homeless-looking man enters a clinic, Concealing a fatal illness or disappearing hope. In the meantime, the weather is...

Done in from the cutting edges of another week, The automatic opening of the eyes as if it were Some daily un-prayed-for layman’s resurrection. Ash Wednesday and mine to offer the day’s reading, Bringing forty days...

Through the long autumn afternoon, Her hand circles the silver locket case; She believes she has a placid mind now, The dull and spare season’s dryness going With the dead light of dawn as only blind Trust goes preparing...

A courteous reception to a visitor, One cyclamen in a bud vase, The first page to a song book Solemnizing scribbling weakening at the end. A curious Platonic thought, the transience Of an almost-posthumous whisper I once heard...

i. Sometimes when I dream of the old house, it has been renovated, refitted– the ceiling is removed revealing the roof’s underside, a wooden crucifix adorned with leather & feathers hangs at one peaked end Or I’ve...

Wendy still lies ill from an arrow wound so the boys have built a house around her, red walls and mossy green roof and roses by the window near a fairy path. The wan girl reads Peter Pan in her parents’ bed, feverish and...

At the edge of the wood they forage on sedges and acorns wade through hip-high ferns, then pause to drink me in, tails dangling, long ears relaxed. Their auburn fur gleams in dappled light. We sense in each other some...

for Gabriel Rummonds They bloom above the yellow dazzle of cosmos and even after the sticky sweetness of the vibrant petals of red peonies were shattered by wind and rain. These royal purple iris, reigning atop their thin stems,...